You awake with the
alarm I do not hear. You
go to the kitchen.
I awake with your
smiling kiss and aroma
of warm ground coffee.
Senses nudged conscious;
aware that a dropp of thought
swells to an ocean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I find this one simple and powerful. Still hoping I may one day learn to write something with such depths and great use of language, but I fear it is just not in me. Warmest regards, Eve